Echoes of the War by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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MRS. DOWEY, the criminal, 'Kenneth writes to me every week.' There are
exclamations. The dauntless old thing holds aloft a packet of letters. 'Look at this. All his.' The Haggerty Woman whimpers. MRS. TWYMLEY. 'Alfred has little time for writing, being a bombardier.' MRS. DOWEY, relentlessly, 'Do your letters begin "Dear mother"?' MRS. TWYMLEY. 'Generally.' MRS. MICKLEHAM. 'Invariable.' THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. 'Every time.' MRS. DOWEY, delivering the knock-out blow, 'Kenneth's begin "Dearest mother.'" No one can think of the right reply. MRS. TWYMLEY, doing her best, 'A short man, I should say, judging by yourself.' She ought to have left it alone. MRS. DOWEY. 'Six feet two-and a half.' The gloom deepens. |
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